Dennis Hobson is the well-respected headmaster of the village school. Already in his fifties he is happily married and enjoying a calm and peaceful li...e that is filled with nature, classical music and literature. One day though, out of the blue, he has a most disturbing run-in with a woman on the train from Manchester to York.Months later the same woman walks into his classroom. She doesn’t recognize him, but he does remember her. How could he not? The long blonde hair, the shapely legs in. Sunny was utterly disgusted at what Elma was doing, but couldn't look away.Elma continued to move her hand up his shaft, until she started massaging his head. He just kept muttering sayings about how she was a good whore and to keep going. Elma gave his balls a final squeeze, and placed her hand on his thigh for support. She slowly stuck her tongue out, lapping his dicks head with it, and then fully taking it into her mouth. She'd watched a good amount of porn, and tried to immitate the girls. I could spot a corner place near the door and stood there to enjoy the cold evening breeze. On the next station, a few people got off and some got on. There was one man in particular who caught my attention.He was wearing a smart whute colored chinese collared shirt with top 3 buttons open displaying his chest hair. A pair of beige chinos and smart brown shoes. He had long hair which he had neatly tied up and a week old stubble. His shirt showed off his muscles.I was instantly turned on. He was. She clutched at my head as I sucked in first the right nipple and then the left, lathing them with my tongue, biting gently, sucking hard, then gently again, and finally holding one in my teeth while I flicked it with my tongue. At last, she couldn't seem to take anymore, and she pushed frantically at my body until I sat up. She attacked my shirt.I laughed brutally at her obvious need, then stood and stripped out of my garments. I've written before, in previous documents, that I have a rather.